{TIME MASTER, TIME SLAVE, TIME PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE}

{TIME MASTER, TIME SLAVE, TIME PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE}
THE SOUND AS THIS JOURNEY IS UNDERTAKEN...
https://youtu.be/YzG3JxGaMrY

And of time we would expound...
First of all what is time, does it exist in a knowing manner?
Does time realize it exists as it affects every last thing that occurs on earth?
Time having been there from the very beginning, before man realized that the sun stood still and the earth revolved.
Made clocks and calendars to regulate time... Made time zones to judge just how far in a day man had come according to his place on earth.
Would this time exist in the depths of space where other stars regulate, a day but a fraction of ours, a day so many of one of ours,
Time such a cruel and unrelenting judge, yesterday a boy, today a man, tomorrow bones drying to dust in the ground.
Time going on about its business as societies rise and fall, as forests felled make way for the haste and waste of man... Primitively modern as he furthers his cause... As he makes such futile use of all this time.
Kills the very planet from which he was born... Such an ungrateful child as time rolls on.
Time the angel sitting at Allahs right side as the cosmos was born... As the earth was formed of a rock and set in a preordained path alongside it counterparts.
As a system solar was set in a galaxy which in turn was set in a universe...
 What time is it on a planet in the system Serius where the dog star orbits the sun?
Pyramids and monuments alluding to other modern times where hieroglyphics were the written tomes that moved modern men.
Such an interesting perspective as in these times men are propelled along in chariots of metal and fire... As planes travel the lower spaces and spaceships pierce the in between.
Time the witness as babies die and people are ripped from this thread... Turned into empty shells raging at the futility of it all.
Time was, time is, time will be... Long after man is gone.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{OF SIN, KARMA, FATHER AND SON}

{OF SIN, KARMA, FATHER AND SON}
THE SOUND AS THE ANGELS CHOIR SINGS...
https://youtu.be/bH4J_UV80mQ

The rain falling so hard and a man standing on a street corner as it runs in a raging river down the gutter, cars riding by spraying water from beneath tires.
The man lights a cigarette and looks up, he sees across the street a woman sitting on the edge of the gutter. There is obviously something wrong with her, she wears all white, a t-shirt and pants and she has a look of anguish on her face.
Such pain.
The man watching the woman notices that her legs are open and that she is on her period, the bright red blood mixes with the rain and drips between her legs into the water flowing in the gutter.
At first the man repulsed looks away, What the fuck? he thinks.
Yet he finds himself wondering what life she must have led to lead her to this point.
The man having lost a child just a few years ago, his son, he died in his sleep and the woman has made him jump into the mans arms again, the moment of discovering him, the depths of his anguish.
He looks at the woman and realizes that she could be a metaphor for him, for how he felt after his sons death, the awful reality that he once had begged Allah for the opportunity to die, to leave this place.
His life for his sons.
He forces himself to look at the woman, to take in the scene, the people passing by struggling not to pay her attention, the cars that splash water on her as they pass by.
He tries to make sense of the situation, images continue to flood his mind, the first time he saw a dead body, he a child in Georgia had seen so much death since then, he had become desensitized by the time his son died, he had not cried for anyone dying ever till that day.
He sometimes being the cause of death had categorized it and filed it away.
He feared it not at all.
He in looking at the woman realizes that it could very well be him sitting there covered in the filth and soiling himself, such pain, such anguish.
He wants to help but what can he do? Where will he take this poor woman?
Certainly not to his house, but where?
The homeless shelter is but 4 blocks away and he recognizes her from there, he has seen her talking to herself, raging against invisible demons.
He would like to know her story but he does not know how to approach her.
He standing under the awning of the building as she wet drips blood into an uncaring gutter.
He steps from under the cover and crosses the street, gives her a five dollar bill and continues on his way.
Sins of the father, they overwhelm the son.
Sins of the son become the sins of the father.
Such a conundrum.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{ECLIPSE} A WHIFF OF YOU ON A SUNDAY IN AUGUST

{ECLIPSE} A WHIFF OF YOU ON A SUNDAY IN AUGUST
THE MUSIC AS I DIGRESS...
https://youtu.be/3WURmRtIwAg

I feel you leaking brown and sweet into every cavity of my melanin filled body...
A strong breeze as you pass across my top lip... As I inhale you into my nose... So fragrant and I... I sigh.
Memories of you exploding in my mind... The swell of you breasts, the phatness of your ass, the gentle sound of your voice on my eardrums... conversations from the dusk till the dawn.
Sun peeking through the drapes as the world we saw go to sleep awakes.
Good days and bad and here again we persevere... Victims of being born in such turbulent times... Our love the only thing standing against those who would tear us down... Trod us into the ground.
You walking by and flowing into the depths of my darkest soul from whence I came... Spirit of my ancestors all in your tones.
Such an elegant figure backlit by the sun... allusions to the star from whence we came.
Light in its birth and its death... An explosion in the depths of space... Supernova and here we are.
You all big brown eyes and me lost in the images they reflect... Such beauty and I... I would catch a breath.
Pause.... A moment lost in your curves... In your innerflection.
I feel you... I really do.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE QUESTION... THE ANSWERS AND THE REALITY.)

(THE QUESTION... THE ANSWERS AND THE REALITY.)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS UN...
https://youtu.be/BOx3nqWBe1c

Why do you hate I black skin so?
Is it a holdover from your ape ancestors who looking down from trees began to envy we.
We walking upright on our two feet.
We dancing round fire and living in communities, villages and cities.
Was it the fact that as you lived Neanderthal huddled in caves against the cold we built ships and sailed the seven seas.
Built pyramids and great Sphinx, created hanging gardens and constructed Timbuktu.
Empires stretching to the horizon.
Hate becoming an obsession as you barbarian descended from the mountains that gave you your name.
A kind of man barely separated from the beast.
Is it a holdover from the times when you came to learn how to be civilized in our universities, as you studied under Imhotep and our other great minds.
Stole our knowledge and tried to make it your own, Socrates, Plato and Hippocratic oaths.
Signs, symbols and cornerstones as Egyptian became Greek.
As Ethiopian became Christianity.
Black deities becoming white idols carved from stone and painted on walls.
What made you hate I so? You killing my father and raping my mother, cutting I screaming from her belly.
Separated from I identity you made I slave.
First of his kind as you beat I, raped I, tortured I.
400 years in a sadomasochistic society.
Set I partially free without a damn thing see?
Built prison and penitentiary, substandard education and poverty.
Not a chance as you branded me bastard, branded I hostile, branded I problematic.
Urban environments surrounded by suburbs.
The plantation and the big house, fake ass courts and hanging juries.
Uncle Moses and Aunt Sarah Mae training children to be deaf, dumb and docile.
Fall to your knees and praise white Jesus.
Massa say he good enough for me. I'mma pass on this insanity.
Let me sit you in front of this TV indoctrinate you to be the nigga Massa wants you to be.
Spend all your money on shit that has no real value see?
Looking back it all makes sense.

Trump is just the wake up for a lot of we.
You hate I cause I survived you... Seen?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(MINE... ALL MINE. OH MY)
LEMME SET THE MOOD.
https://youtu.be/2UrP5TKzzTU

Sometimes... Sometimes I just wanna tie you up and do nasty thangs to you.
Fuck you till you shine... Oh my!
I'm gonna treat you like a queen but I'mma fuck you like a whore... Sorry but I had to say that... I just had to.
Such a pretty pussy and it's all mine.
Got me trembling I want that pussy so bad.
Dick hard as times in 29... Mouth watering.
Got damn I wanna fuck you so bad, spank day ass and make that juicy pussy mine. Beat it like the beast I am.
Think about you day and night, naked and bound.
Me licking every inch of your skin.
You all mine as I trace a line from your neck to your nipple.
A line to the other one.
Push em together, suck and lightly bite.
Finger in your pussy.
Rubbing that clit, wanna make it cum.
Hear your begs, your pleas.
Need that shit so bad.
Brain bout to explode.
Dick so fucking hard as it finds your mouth... So warm.
Damn!
You like it don't you?
The way I make you feel?
Pussy spread and pouting... Nipples hard and phat.
Sometimes... Sometimes I wanna see you bound.
Sometimes I wanna fuck you like that all night.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THICKLY ALL OVER ME)
THE SOUND OF THE BEATDOWN...
https://youtu.be/23rbErU7NWU

Here you are all nice  juicy and begging to be licked, begging to be spanked, begging to be fucked.
All that skin, so many curves.
Here I stand a man, dick standing straight.
Now what are we going to do bout this?
Should I suck on your tits, make your nipples stand up, put both of then in my mouth?
Should I?
You know I will anyway, so much pressure as my temples pound in response to the rushing blood.
Here you are with my dick in your hand as I lick my way down, stomach to navel, down to where your phat juicy thighs reside.
The swell of your phat juicy pussy and I... I take a moment of appreciative sigh.
A moment of contemplation as I open my mouth take my 👅 and flick that clit.
Make it stand... Spank it and hear your excited cries.
Juice splattering and spattering as I lick and suck that spur tongue...
Taste of your orgasm.
Here you are as I stand and throw your legs open, place the head of my dick between your pussy lips and rub up and down.
Slide in reallll slow and pull it back out... Slide in reallll slow again... Pussy so nice, bout to lose my mind.
Pulling your hair and listening to you scream my name.
"Oh Big Daddy... You driving me insane."
Here you are right where I am, as pussy nut and nuts.
Wet belly's, wet dick, wet sheets, wet ass cheeks as I flip you over and ride it from the back.
Splat, splat, splat and skeet, skeet, skeet.
Dick covered in cream as I pull it out and cum on your belly.
Here I am basking in the glow of our sexual activities... Rubbing that thickness, that ass, that belly.
Here we are suspended in our synchronicity..

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE AUDACITY)
IF I HAVE TO TELL YOU BOUT THE MUSIC YOU GOTTA BE NEW...
https://youtu.be/ntQowgPy0CA

So many diversions as I contemplate the various modes of you.
Woman... Here I sit a man with so many observations of you... Your varied forms and manifestations.
Some good, some bad and still I am lost unto you.
An alien lifeform, is it me or you?
So mixed up and all I want is you.
I look, I wonder, is this she?
Could we? Would we?
So many facets as I find myself expounding upon you.
Queen as well as the sweetest delicacy a man could ever delight in.
Young, old and in between, dark as coffee, light as pecan tan.
A lil bit of crazy cause love ain't love without that in the mix.
Just gotta tell the truth.
Thick, skinny or in between... I in my diversity find myself perusing you on a humid summer day.
Light sheen on your skin... Sundresses and shorts that accent the rise and fall, the creases and the curves.
Falling as shower on my psyche... Cleansing I a man's soul.
All these things that would make men emotional as you walk by me.
Pure poetry.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY